“Yeah, I had an idea. No more so than you and your brothers.” I smirk.
“Touché,” he says, rolling me over so that we’re spooning. “So how about that drunken sex?”
I laugh and Kalen takes that as a go ahead to pull off my pants.
“Kalen stop! I just wanna snuggle.” I try to insist.
“Shush. It’s total bullshit how little frolicking I get to do. I was made for frolicking! Let me show you how frolicky I can be.”
“Kalen—”
He chastises me and tells me to keep quiet. When I try to stop him, he puts a pillow over my head to try to muffle out the noises I’m making. As his head descends between my thighs, I give up fighting him on this. Fucking hell. Drunk Kalen is damn good with his tongue.